i love antibiotics...
because bronchitis sucks.
because it tears a mama's heart up to see her boy clutch his sore belly muscles when he coughs.
because he needs to get better by tuesday so his glove can catch a grounder, instead of his face.
i love that tony gets a bug in his bu--er--bonnet & decides to tear apart a perfectly problematic door.
because he has a knack for finding a solution to a problem that considers my ideas too.
because he has this energy that is infectious when he gets started.
because he is entirely capable.
i love busy-ness in an 8 year old package.
because she entertains her sick brother & brings him drinks & remotes & reciprocates his air-hugs.
because she insists tony use her purple handled tools whenever possible.
because she pauses writing book reports, filling out her calendar & redesigning her house to snuggle.
i love sunset runs...
because tony pushes through and makes me want to too.
because i can make him laugh when i get uber excited about marmots crossing the bike path.
because i feel strong enough to throw my hands up in the air sometimes & sing a-o mid-run.
i love margo's face...
because she hasn't torn anything up in a while, if you don't count the carpet in the office.